Arielle Kebbel as Bethany                           

Bruce Willis as Simmons

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Megan flew back to San Fran immediately after her unsuccessful meeting with her father, feeling bone tired and weary. But she was too riled to sleep during the flight. She paced the entire time even when the fasten seat belt sign was on. I know what a rebel right? The attendant guessing her mood said nothing.

Thoughts rolled around in her head crashing together and coalescing into a pattern she didn't want to admit. She was in a committed relationship with zero real communication. Cam hadn't told her about his fear of rejecting his skin, and obviously he must have been frightened out of his mind about it to make such a stupid decision as going to a freaking death worm.

Megan growled out loud she was spiraling again. Her anger was a volcano getting ready to explode, but how could she blame him for keeping things from her? She hadn't exactly shared her feelings of guilt over her mother's death and her abandonment issues with him. Hell their entire magical existence was made up of secrets and lies. From the moment they become enlightened they're guilty of withholding and deceiving every single unenlightened person, but they're supposed be open and honest with their enlightened friends and partners, weren't they?

Wow! What a screwed up world she lived in. It was filled with moral ambiguity and such uncertainty that anyone of them could become a victim of a nefarious creature, because it's better than the alternative. The council had constructed their playground and they were told they had to play within it -- all because they had the misfortune of having a foot in both worlds.

Megan's anger began to cool. She no longer felt like she wanted to rip Cam a new one. Now wasn't the time to lose it with him. Now was the time to find solutions, but how? She'd exhausted her one shot at helping. Her anger began to boil again, so she shut out all thoughts of her father. He's dead to you now, remember, she told herself.

She had to tell the gang. Maybe together they could come up with a solution. There was only one remaining person who carried and could operate a cell phone successfully and that was Xander. Lauren had been able to last year, but since then with all her heightened emotions about her brother well let's just say not so much anymore. Her cell had gone up like a Samsung Note 7 in the cafeteria one day.

So Megan debated leaving a voice mail from the phone on the plane but changed her mind and asked the attendant to text him instead.

She got the attendant to text:

Hey Xander can you let the gang know I'm back? We need to meet at Lauren's after training. We've got a lot to discuss.

The attendant showed her his reply.

Yah dweeb c u there.

Great Megan thought he's never going to let go of the dweeb thing. Serves her right for showing him it bothered her. He's the kind of guy who loves to tease.

The wind left Meg's sails and she flopped in the comfortable leather lounge chair and finally closed her eyes. The next thing she knew the blonde attendant was waking her with a gentle nudge on her shoulder. She quickly wiped her chin with her sleeve. Great she could add drooling to her list of things she does when she's really tired.

At the last minute she decided to go home to shower and change her clothes. She knew she felt crazed but she didn't need to look it, but when she let herself into the condo her step-monster was sitting on the very edge of one of the uncomfortable couches looking pissed as usual.

No doubt her father had laid into her for not keeping his errant daughter on a tighter leash, that's what he was paying her for after all. Her prada bag sat beside her and her jimmy choos sat next to her on the hard wood floor. Looks like she had no intention of staying, Megan had interrupted her day of leisure and shopping.

Everything about the woman was in complete contrast to her dead mother from her bleach blonde hair perfectly coiffured to her blood red nails which were sharpened to talons, her contouring was so on point that she looked like a work of art not a woman. She was a living Barbie Doll -- the perfect candidate for Housewives of San Francisco if there was such a show.

"Your father phoned," Barbie-Bethany bit out in her fake cultured voice," imagine my surprise to hear that you went for a visit without discussing it with me first."

Megan scoffed, "this doesn't concern you," and went to leave the room, but her pretend mother stood up then and blocked her way.

It was at this time Megan saw Simmons come around the island in the kitchen in his whites with a dish rag in his hand. She had no inclination of what he intended to do, but she shook her head at him anyway; imploring him to stay out of it. If he tried to intervene her step-lunatic would have him for dinner.

"Ma'am, Miss left a note on the counter this morning." He proffered a beige piece of paper in her direction which she snatched out of his hand with a sneer.

She opened the carefully folded note which contained an unfamiliar scrawl, but Bethany didn't have a clue what her writing looked like.

Bethany narrowed her eyes on her and demanded," did you write this?" Megan had to admit that she may be as a shallow as a puddle, but she was nobody's fool.

"Yes I wrote it this morning before I left. I didn't want to wake you. It was urgent. My dad must have told you why I went to see him, right?" She knew he hadn't, but Bethany would never admit to that in front of her and the staff. She had a reputation to uphold.

"Of course, but how did you get there. I checked your credit cards there were no charges on them?"

"Oh I borrowed a friend of mine's private jet." That's it Megan dangle the pretty bauble in front of her.

"You have a friend with a jet?" she asked suddenly intrigued.

Megan waved her arm behind her at Simmons' in the universal gesture of scram, skat, get outta here. He finally got the message and slunk back to the kitchen.

"Yes it's my friend's, Alexander Vanchenko. He's the son of Roweina Vanchenko, the Hollywood actress."

"I know who she is, who doesn't?" Bethany's insisted as her eyes got as big as saucers and a deep satisfied smile spread across her face.

Bingo hooked!

 "I was thinking that maybe we could have them over for dinner sometime."

Bethany let out an undignified squeal, "Really! Maybe we can even have a dinner party in her honor?" Just wait until I tell the girls at the club. They'll be so envious."

"Chef we need to discuss a possible menu right this second. I want no expense spared." Completely forgetting about Megan, her step-monster converged on Simmons, and now it was his turn to shoo her away.

She smiled at him and mouthed thank you before she left the room. He just gave her a subtle nod in return.

Once in her room with her door closed she breathed a sigh of relief. She looked at her watch to see that it was already 5:30 she needed to be over at Lauren's by 7pm she groaned when she thought there was no time for a soak. Her back was screaming bloody murder. All that standing and sitting in strange positions had done it in, but she trudged off to have a shower anyway. She'd just have to settle for having it volcanic hot.

Once in the shower she let the scalding hot stream wash away her worries, or at least tried to.

How was she going to help Cameron? If they didn't keep him locked up he'd walk willingly to his death in the sea probably with a big goofy grin on his face, the draw is so strong, but if they continued to lock him up he'd just waste away. He'd stop eating, he'd sleep nonstop, he'd stop caring about anything other than the draw of the sea – even her. She'd lose him a hundred times over before she actually lost him. This must be what people who had family members with Alzheimer's felt like losing their loved one's by increments. Well she wouldn't let it happen.

The sea would take him over her dead body.

She exited the shower and wrapped herself in her robe not even bothering to towel off. Even though the robe clung to her it didn't slow her down in the least. She needed to get to Cam and hold him in her arms. She needed to tell him that she loved him, and she would do everything in her power to help save him.

And for good measure she gave the Sea the finger through her bedroom window. She had a perfect coastal view -- the best that money could buy. It was a particularly windy day and the waves crashed against the shore like they were on a mission. When she noticed that the sea foam was piling up on the shore, but it was moving away from the shore unnaturally, she took a closer look. When she did it began to swirl and coalesce in circles in the waves. And to her amazement the foam came together and separated to form letters that read:

I can help your halfblood.

Megan took a sharp intake of breath. The waves drew apart and came back together again to read:

Call me @ 1-800-savhislife

Megan wasted no time in collecting the phone from its base in the living room. Her Stepmother was still in dinner party planning mode and didn't even notice her. She couldn't wait to burst that bubble. Megan thought with glee.

With a deep happy sigh Megan thought things are definitely looking up. And hurried back to her room to place the call.

The phone rang only once before a woman with a honey sweet voice picked it up and said," hello,'" in a soft British accent remarkably like her father's.

"W-w-who is this? Megan stammered. Her hand was shaking with excitement.

My name is Maris my dear.

Megan heart skipped a beat then sped up in her chest. She actually felt light headed with rage when she bellowed across the line, nearly crushing the phone in her fury, "WTF, you're the fucking bitch who killed my mother!"

She had the audacity to chuckle then, and Megan wanted nothing more than to travel through the line and beat her to death with her crutches.

"Oh I see you know who I am . . . excellent . . . that will save us some time. Your father's wards are surprisingly strong dear. I'd despaired of every getting my revenge." She pouted in her sickeningly syrupy voice.

"I'd almost completely forgotten about you until you stepped into the sea a few weeks ago and alerted my alarms."

All friendly pretenses evaporated when in a voice as cold as an arctic wind she said, "Then I was reminded that your father has a debt to settle."

"What does that have to do with helping my boyfriend, you bitch?" Megan ground out in anger.

"It's simple really: I can cure his addiction, grant him fullblood powers and restore his skin."

Megan rocked back on her heels in shock, could she really do all that?

"W-w-why would you help me, Megan sputtered, "I thought you hated me?"

"Oh I do my dear, I truly, truly do, but if giving that halfblood everything he ever dreamed of gets me what I've wanted for such a long time, then so be it."

Megan asked skeptically, "What would I have to do?"

"Oh it's simple really, all you'd have to do is walk willingly into the sea, and let the curse take its course." The witch cackled maniacally through the receiver.

Megan pulled the phone from her ear and actually stared at it. Thinking that sick bitch: was she joking; did she really think she was going to kill herself to save him? If she did she could think again. Megan was nobody's sacrificial lamb. She wasn't Bella Swan or Anastasia Steele she was mother fucking Ripley in the Aliens series, she was the Black Mamba in the Kill Bill series. And she could go fuck herself if she thought she would kill herself for a guy, even if she loved him to death.

And she love him to death, but she wasn't going to be the ending to a really bad cautionary tale. They might live in the magical world, but that didn't mean they had to have the tragic fairy tale ending. She and her crew would find away.

Megan put the phone up to her ear and growled out, "Nice try Bitch. I'm coming for you, so you better watch your back!" And promptly hung up. The Witch never called back and when she looked back at the coastline from her 20th floor window it was back to normal.

Meg put her rage aside, she needed to get dressed and find solutions. Cam was counting on her and she wouldn't let him down. She had once read that life is a story . . . and she fully intended to make hers and Cam's a bestseller!

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